Tag: Discipline

Being the Son of a War veteran I see Close and Personal the effects and trauma brought back from the Hell that is War… Too ALL Soldiers serving & have served to fight for God, Family Friends, and Country… Thank You.

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THE DIFFERENCE

LIMITLESS

I want too ask…

I want to hear the nightmares you hold under lock and key…

But-

Too ask would mean your worst nightmare’s revisited…

The Sorrows of a War Veteran may never be heard-

BUT,

They are felt everyday pain from wounds deeper than bone marrow;

So I remain silent-

Question’s in my mind surrcome to violence felt decades old.

I wish for the healing of damaged Souls told to Fight.

Sworn to defend Family, Friend, & Country…

They’re Different now…

If shown or hidden from vision WE feel you.

I would go into what I think you have seen-

I halt my advances of Questions & Concerns when I realized the Burns on memory.

I realize my questioning is bringing Salt to wound,

So silent I stay…

But I can’t help to notice the DIFFERENCE between the civilian peace I enjoy at the expense of the horror of being deployed.

WARZONE-

A domain I hope I never see,

But it seems War takes many forms on many fronts.

Calling All Soldiers to action.

I pray the heeling of the souls broken in Fractions…

I wrote this poem to provoke you to think about how effective are your methods of discipline, now don’t get me wrong I use physical discipline to, when it’s needed, but whats the use if there is no teaching before after the act. To beat a child physically or verbally, just because your frustrated, pissed off, & angry is “in my mind” that’s borderline abuse if not full-on, I know that this is a touchy subject that is very subjective that is why I ask that YOU examine your own methods & come to the conclusion yourself where is the line between…

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Discipline vs. Abuse

By Edward Taylor III

…SSSSWWWAAAPPP…

The sound of the belt ricochet’s throughout the house;

The shout of “Do what I say nigga!”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

Takes me back through my blood line to a meeting with my ancestors to hear those same words,

“Do what I say nigger!”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

Then I’m brought back to today to hear the belt…

I mean whip… or is it belt…? Crack the air once again;

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

This time the screams from a grown man are heard, looking up from the cotton field I see a naked man bound by iron,

I feel for him…

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

“Do what I say nigga!” shouts are repeated,

I guess this is the best way to teach them… right?

“This Nigger’s got to learn to do what he’s told.”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

“BOY! You gonna learn to do what I say!”

Man I wish the border between discipline & abuse was clearly seen, so we can raise men & women without the malicious poison of mean,

These are our sons & daughters, generations which will remember us long after the world has forgotten our names.

Ask yourself parent “How can I change this?” the next time you reach for your whip… I mean belt… or is it whip…? To correct Your child or is it to break your slave?

Your sons & daughters or… Are they Niggas, more properly Niggers;

Let’s as parents not redo what’s already been done, can’t you hear the cries of your young one?

“Teach me!!!”

“With love…”